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"When you see this line of text, the World Game has already begun." "This is 'True Person Competitive Global Live Stream Game' for Zhai Xing. " "Here, all Players become travelers, shuttling through worlds together. You can become a beacon of hope in an Apocalypse fraught with peril, witness Reincarnation in a future controlled by androids, or fight for your faction in a village where Werewolves clash with divine beings..." "I am Su Ming'an, possessing the unique Skill of Death Rewind." "Players who are eliminated become spectators. In a live stream with millions of views, they call me the strongest 'Number One Player', the eternal existent." "Others say I am a traitor sent by the Organizers, an unfit leader." "...But that doesn't matter." "For those who sacrifice themselves to help others, we should not let them freeze to death in the snowstorm. For those who pave the way for freedom, we should not let them bog down in thorns." "— I will bring a 'Bright Future' to everyone who has ever watched me." ... "...Whether they hold good intentions or Evil." ... Tags: Original World, Myriad Realms, Infinite Flow, Human Nature Flow, Long-term Foreshadowing, Plot Twists, No Female Lead, Multiple Endings including HE, BE, TE. World Progress (Original World): X City Apocalypse → Android Sci-fi → Senior High School Campus → Werewolf Killing Game World → Magical Ritual ... [The False Game begins: Prologue, The Real Game begins: Chapter 14]

Feng Yao didn't get enough sleep. · Game
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Chapter 79: "Ming An'an

...There's definitely something off about this deskmate girl.

She could very well be the key clue to this instance.

Su Ming'an didn't dare meet her strange gaze again, and even though he felt her eyes on him like a chill wind, he turned his head away, cautiously packed his bag, and immediately stood up and walked out.

As he exited and turned the corner, he saw his Chinese teacher standing stiffly at the corner, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Deep-set in the teacher's eye sockets were a pair of black eyes, so dark it was extreme. The large stature of his projected a shadow that instantly spread down, completely obscuring the thick sunset light.

"...Let's go, Su Jian, to my office. The essay critique prepared especially for you is about to start," the Chinese teacher said with a sinister smile, his face shadowed.

Behind Su Ming'an, steady footsteps could be heard. Shen Xue stood up stiffly from her seat, blocking his path to retreat.